Life of the Ant Dungeon

I was born, and I was hungry. It was just a small nudge, like my instinct tells me so. My hunger drove me to search. My hunger told me to control. I had ants as both my monsters and creatures, the lowly non-monster ants as fodder and feed, the better ants as my army. I expanded, using my DP to carve through the walls. That was a bad choice, I was even hungrier now. I had to find something, anything. I wanted to eat...I had to eat...I must eat.

I found it. At long last, a dungeon just like me. 'Just kill it', I said. But my ants, they were pure junk. They sent too little outside, they did not fight like I wished them to fight. They did not savour the satation of hunger. This had to change. I must teach them the correct way. My instinct will guide me just as my hunger did.

I controlled them, suppresed their own instincts, made them my loyal servants who do my every bidding. This was good. I could now even feel it as they killed, my hunger slowly disappating, even if only ever so little. I search, and I destroy. I eat. I consume. 8 dungeons that I have killed. Some I had to find, some wandered into my jaws. This is good. Life is good. Soon, I will become a dungeon so grand, I can consume the world. 

Ah, another one that has come. Welcome, and goodbye. You shall soon be my nutrition to fuel my growth. Thank you for your kind sacrificeeee. 

Life of the Queen

I looked back at our dungeon core. A rather large core, larger than me. A crystal-like material, as he describes himself, clear like glass. I have no idea what crystals or glass are, but they must be very beautiful. Since our dungeon master's core is a masterpiece. I could not spot any flaws, the core looked like a huge ball of water, sunk into the stone. Except that a ball of water would have flaws as well. The core had none. It is so smooth, that water would simply run off it, not even a single drop would stick, unlike the coarse stone that was our dungeon.

He is a great dungeon core. He cared for us. He grooms us. He would go to any lengths to protect what he deems as his, and that is what we all love about him. I wished to give back to him, a strange fuzzy feeling in my mid-section tells me so. But I could not. It was a strange feeling, the feeling that I had lost something. I wanted to express it, I wanted to tell our core I was sorry, so I did what the dungeon master called 'crying'. It was a strange thing, but now, I think I feel much better if I did not. 

Feelings. I think the animus did this. I would not have felt otherwise. I feel much more of our little world with these emotions. Sometimes, our dungeon master's emotions leak into us, and we can feel what he is feeling. Most of the time, it was a really strange feeling, our tiny heart pumping faster and faster, yearning to know more and discover more. Other times, it felt like we were completely satisfied with all that we have. 

It was a good life, in this dungeon. Ample supply of mana and some crystals to boot. I will take good care of my partner, my Consort as my master calls it. Master. One day, I will make sure that you are happy that you have created us. Uh-uh, that would be incorrect. Master. One day, I will stand beside you, as your kind and loyal Queen. Until then, please wait for me, and for all of us. 

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Life of the Parasigot

Once upon a time, I hated my dungeon master. Now, I revere him. He was quick, and intelligent, sharp and fast. He was a creator, and a destroyer. I witnessed it with my own eyes, on how our master split the mind of our foe. The mind. I had no idea what it was, but all I know is that all of us are completely defenseless in that area. And he could attack us from there. 

He was a genius too. Guiding me when he sent me on missions. Missions that no other could accomplish but me, once the runt of the clutch. A runt, in fact, I was a defective runt. I was so tiny, so weak, that I needed to stay near our dear master's core for almost two more days before I could even move further. Master called it 'premature'. No idea what that means. All I know is that I am a unique existence, created by chance and guidance of our creator. 

I was what he called a 'parasite'. A good one, at that. He said that most parasites act slowly, draining from the victims called 'hosts'. I was intrigued. What was the point of a slow death when you could kill the enemy fast? I was wrong. Too wrong. I was fundamentally mistaken to what a parasite was. I was not a true parasite. I was, I was a mimic. One that attempted to do so and only accomplished a tiny portion of those tales that my master told me. 

Of how they could hide in the brain and guide the hosts actions. How they could even take over the organs and replace them. How they could stay in the hosts body for years and years, slowly leeching the life our of its victim. And when  the host is no longer useful, it was disposed. I was enraptured. That is what I am going to become. A loyal parasite of my master. An 'assasin' and 'scout'. I would make sure, that all of these expectations of master will not be betrayed. No longer will I lament that my cruel master denied me food and strength. It was to build this for me. And I shall return his gift with my whole self. I will serve him till my final breath, living and dying, and forever unseen by the foe. 

Life of the lead larvack

Rocks taste bad. But master told me to dig. I will dig. 

Dig. Dig. Dig. Dig. Oh, master is watching me. Meh, I will continue to dig, dig, dig. 

Oh look, shiny rock! Must taste better than rock. I eat. AH! It hurts! My stomach, it's going to explode!

My master tells me to use the energy. He tells me to use my mana. I don't know how, but master is showing me how. I use my mana. It drains, my stomach no longer hurts as more. 

Soon, my stomach was no longer going to explode. I wait and heal, as master tells, and go back to core. My master helps in healing. Master is nice. I will do as master says. 

If master tells me to train more of us, I will do so. If master asks us to dig big hole, I will dig. I master wants shiny rock, I will git shiny rock. Master~~~

Bee Dungeon's memories 

This young little dungeon is a fiesty one, alright. Just like him. Argh! Get out of my head, you cheater! You piece of sh*t!

Cheatercheatercheatercheater! You will not get what you want! I will not! *huff*fuu*huff*fuu* I will not make the same mistake twice. I know for sure, that this little dungeon will not. He will never abandon me, right? He will not abandon me for a stronger core right? Darling please! Honey! I will do anything you want, so don't leave me! *scream* *huff*huff*

Deep breaths. That was a bad memory. Just a memory. My little honeydrop will never be so cruel. *teary-eye* Right, darling~? It won't right? 

(somewhere in the other dungeon)

Gah! Step 21 of Chuunibyou scripture! Exorcise Evil Stalker!